"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Long Road into Night #17

On the 17th day, they watch
you.The countless glowing eyes peek out
from the dark forest veil.Aside from a
few blinks, there is no movement among them.In your head you count the seconds, as you weigh your options.Whoever they were, whatever they were…They were
everywhere along both sides of the road, and in each direction.

What you did know, was that there were too
many of them.It was in that moment, when
a memory oddly scratched the back of your mind.It made the suggestion that you’ve been in worst situations before.Two specific things made this memory
odd.One, that it was about sitting across
a table from someone called the Russian.You were simply playing a card game with him, which did not seem worse
than this.Second, was that it was a
memory at all.

Since you’ve been on this road, it has been
like your memories have been on a shelf, just out of your reach.You didn’t even know your own name.There was but one thing you knew for certain,
in this godforsaken place.You had to get
to the end of the road.You had to find that
thing, which had been taken from you.

“And what would that be?” the voice of a
young girl asked.

You turn and see her standing there on the
road. She was just a child really, who
stared at you with unnatural glowing eyes.Then the others started to step forward from the shadows.They were all just people, or the closest
thing he had found to people since getting here.Each wore grayish clothing that had seen too
much wear.Their skin was pale, no doubt
from the lack of sun in this place.Also
like the girl.Each of their eyes
glowed.It was more than just reflected
moonlight.

The people with the glowing eyes look between
you and the dead wolf, but you saw no malice in them toward you.

“So what is it that you seek?” the girl asked
again.

Her eyes locked with yours.They almost seemed to stare right through
you.For some reason you find yourself wanting
to answer her.Your mind grasped for the
memory that was just out of reach.